Styles P - Holiday Any Emcee lyrics

rate me

Bull pen in the building, Chasey chicken in the building

Yo ...turn that shit, light up

Niggas think they nice

You don’t think we nice

Wave your fucking arm

So I can take it the fuck off, fuck nigga

Go ahead, let me see, hahaha

H.o.l. all day, yeah ghost is for hell I can tell my way

You know I smoke smell hellfire

What you know about shellfire

Choke with your jesus chain, fucking with hell rider

Popped in the larinex, then fish your keys out the water like mariners

I’m in sierra like the mariners,

I just wanna smoke and get high

All for the cameras, tell it top 10,

Or the top 5, but I kill all of them niggas

In one letter shot fly

Hardwork, I’m rapping the hustle I’m never off work

Before you give me 5, you should think about the forth first

The white work get facilitated

Salute to the Spanish niggas affiliated

Now we hustle clean for the prison niggas that never made it

I’m neighbors with athletes and actors

Still on the strip with the dope boys and jackerz

It’s not that I hustle backwards

But I can fit in anywhere, move like traffic

Let me slow down for the dumb boys

You don’t see me but you hear me like the gun noise

I’m in the gunshot, yeah, it’s a thumble in the jungle

The minute you let the blunt drop

If you wanna hustle then nigga keep your gun cocked

I’m vito corleone in my middle age

Smoking rock in my jordans they say I be killing jays

The day I die they name it real nigga day

You the type to read a book and skip a page

You ratched, and my ratched don’t care about your gang

You label attack racket, blue habits, red habits

Niggas run the gangs in New York like dead rabbits

Holiday, I’m back and it ain’t for the holiday

It’s all year around, put niggas on your block

Don’t even go there now

Yeah it’s real quiet for you,

Kinda slow there now, warrup